The Mind Was Dreaming. The World Was

Reality May Avoid The Obligation To Be Interesting, But ... Hypotheses May Not.

If A Writer Disbelieves What He Is Writing, Then He Can Hardly Expect His Reader To Believe It.

The Future Has No Other Reality Than As Present Hope, And The Past Is No More Than Present Memory.

I Would Rather Like To Think Of God As Being A Kind Of Adventurer - Even As Wells Thought About Him - Or Perhaps As Something Within Us Making For Some Unknown Purpose.

Any Life, However Long And Complicated It May Be, Actually Consists Of A Single Moment — The Moment When A Man Knows Forever More Who He Is.